Instructor Huang of the Prefectural School said: "This writer is utterly despicable for fame and money. His writing has no bottom line. I am not targeting the story writers in the city, but those who have no sense of propriety or shame in order to make money."

In my opinion, this kind of cancer should be eradicated and all books written under this person's name should be banned!

If one holds official rank or title, it should be revoked!

If one does not achieve official rank, one is not allowed to participate in the imperial examinations for three years!

Qingyunlou: I noticed these trends a long time ago, but unfortunately, the young people are foolish and easily deceived, and can hardly distinguish between truth and falsehood anymore.

Now we have finally met you gentlemen, and you are dressed in the attire of the city's young people.

I'm not going to say anything more. I'm too timid to speak, I'm scared by those book fans.

Now, I'm trembling as I say these words, I can't even lift a pen..."

Some onlookers who enjoy watching the drama unfold, upon closer examination, realized...

I find it somewhat interesting.

"Good heavens, it seems that this matter was caused by Qingyun Tower and Instructor Xu. Hehe, isn't Instructor Xu writing some books at Qingping Study?"

Qingyunlou and Qingpingshuzhai also collaborated... and wrote several storybooks.

This included the later installment, "The Third Miss's Piano 2," which was also handed over to Qingping Bookstore for sale.

"Haha, this is exciting! I love watching it."

The prefectural school had eighth-rank professors and ninth-rank instructors involved, and the county school also had ninth-rank instructors…

The Xu residence.

Qingyunlou, Instructor Xu, and others were all present.

Qingyunlou cupped his hands and smiled obsequiously: "With Lord Xu, Lord Yang, and Lord Huang here, surely a healthy literary creation environment will be restored in the city. On behalf of those who make a living by writing storybooks and storytelling, I thank you all."

Yang Yuanxi, in his early sixties, remained silent, quietly drinking his tea without saying a word.

Huang Yuning, who currently holds the position of instructor at the prefectural school, looked at him with a smile but did not say anything.

Instructor Xu smiled knowingly, his expression carrying a hidden meaning.

"Mr. Qingyun, you have quite the influence. Look, you suffered injustice in the city, and three scholars actually stood up for you. I think this is a rare occurrence in the entire history of Yingzhou Prefecture."

Qingyunlou smiled with narrowed eyes and lowered his head obsequiously: "I have prepared a banquet at Baiwei Restaurant. I wonder if you gentlemen would do me the honor of attending?"

Instructor Xu rebuked, "We were only helping out for the sake of the young people in the city, without any selfish motives. Isn't Mr. Qingyun's action a warning that I am acting out of personal greed?"

Qingyunlou was filled with unease.

Thinking of the calligraphy collections, the jade-colored blue-and-white porcelain vases, and the landscape painting catalogs at home…

It hurts a little.

Yang Yuanxi scolded, "Alas, it is all Mr. Qingyun's good intention. I have taken the time to read almost every one of your stories, and they are indeed excellent."

Brother Gongfu, your words are too harsh..."

Coach Huang also tried to smooth things over, saying, "Yes."

"Brother Xu, I recently acquired a copy of Mr. Jishan's 'Han Court Notes' from the previous dynasty. Hehe, would you like to take a look at it for me?"

Instructor Xu smiled and said, "Brother Yuning, what a coincidence! I recently acquired Mr. Changli's 'Landscape of Qiyuan,' but I don't know if it's genuine..."

Yang Yuanxi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke in an unnatural tone, with a strange high syllable: "Could it be that Mr. Changli, the Minister of Personnel of the previous dynasty who rose and fell three times?"

"Exactly!"

Qingyunlou became increasingly terrified as he listened.

Damn it, why didn't they say so earlier or later? Are they implying that I haven't made any move?

Eating alone cannot satisfy these old men's desire for money.

These old men deserve to die the most. They are hypocritical and despicable, they don't ask for money directly, and they easily give others a handle to use against them.

Suddenly, I thought that if I could really ban Mr. Liaozhai, no one in the city could compare to me in writing storybooks or even storytelling.

As for Shuiyunjian and Suifengsan, they are not even worthy of carrying my shoes!

They might even be able to make a breakthrough in the prefectural city and climb up to Yang Yuanxi's coattails.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "I recently acquired a calligraphy album by Mr. Xipo, a selection of poems written by Mr. Kaiweng, and a jade-colored blue-and-white glazed vase fired in the imperial kiln of the previous dynasty..."

I don't know if it's true or not. I would appreciate it if the three teachers could examine it for me. There's no rush. I'll let you know when the examination is complete.

His heart was bleeding, yet his expression suddenly became obsequious.

Yang Yuanxi's breathing seemed to become a bit heavier.

"But the former dynasty's civil official, Mr. Kai Weng, who went up the mountain to suppress bandits, was a man of both literary and military talent. His poetry was bold and unrestrained, and he once said, 'Let us unleash our hearts and roar with pride...'"

His handwritten poems were lost during the war...

Furthermore, Mr. Xipo's calligraphy album and the official kiln blue and white porcelain vase are hard to find even if you spend several hundred taels of silver.

Especially if it falls into the hands of someone who truly loves it, even a thousand taels of silver is nothing.

Xu Gongfu, Yang Yuanxi, and Huang Yuning smiled broadly, especially when they heard the last person's words. They carefully considered them and their lips curled up slightly.

That's great, this old man is really savvy, he looks even more pleasing to the eye now.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.

After Qingyunlou left, his face showed a look of pain...

He walked away cursing, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, you bastard! You dog!"

Meanwhile, in the room...

Yang Yuanxi smiled and said, "My son, Luo Bai, has been stuck in the position of county magistrate in Quannan, Yingzhou Prefecture for several years without making any progress."

My son is too eager to improve.

That's enough.

Instructor Xu slightly lifted his eyelids.

Upon seeing Yang Yuanxi reveal his name tag, Huang Yuning declared, "I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table: My son, Bangchang, has been stuck in the position of a minor official in Bozhou County for several years without making any progress."

I also want to improve.

Yang Yuanxi found it somewhat amusing. "You old fellow, you're using all my words!"

Xu Gongfu said with a smile:

When my uncle reached his position, he lacked almost nothing.

My uncle is the pillar of our Xu family.

I wonder if my nephews Luo Bai and Bang Chang are clean enough under their official hats?

I would never trouble my uncle for the sake of a lowly storyteller. Do you two gentlemen understand?

"nature!"

"The finishing touches must be clean and neat."

Then the three of them laughed heartily.

They exchanged a glance, each harboring their own thoughts, cunning as foxes.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Gongfu to write a letter for Mr. Wanfeng..."